one hand on the switch

[saw]

one thing I know is that I am pleased
I don't claim to have all the answers
cause that would mean the game is over
and I'm still enjoying the ride

even the speed-bumps , the potholes, but
especially the glass stretches out on Factory Rd
the burnt rubber skid marks from generations
of Kerouac Kids

that old tree lined road in the sticks,
that unlit blacktop of boondocks
where as the driver of my '60 Biscayne
I would slide my hand imperceptibly over to the left

on a moonless night and cut off the headlights
while simultaneously screaming, ala B movie horror show
and all of my passengers would shriek and freak
ending ultimately in laughter

as that white Chevy rolled into the blackest of black
boys and girls screaming like it would never end,
so now I relive those ambitions of my youth in my head
the rock and roll, the poetry of coming of age

I want to keep that in my heart
it keeps me rolling on down the road these days
on those dark nights when I am all alone,
I always keep one hand on the light switch

[the mingo]

as that white Chevy rolled into the blackest of black

Yeah

[WIREMAN]

mine was a 66 mercury, shift on the column, a drive in movie dream car....nice memories here steve...